Rich at the 2012 ride |
They started in Council Bluffs and rode all the way across the state to the Mississippi River. I am familiar with the areas he traveled and it was grueling. There were days of long climbs and steep downhill rides, one of which pushed his bike speedometer to 67 miles per hour. (Obviously he has lost his mind!)
There was a storm, heat, dust, sleeping in a freshly cut straw field on the stubs sticking up, and other tough obstacles. On the flip side there was great food, wonderful scenery, reuniting with old friends, and the feeling of accomplishment when dipping the front tire in the Mississippi.
Thank you Rich for allowing Fran and I to enjoy your journey without the strenuous part. As you know, I get winded just reading the sports pages.
Ken